"Guess my favorite color," Carson smirked. He watched your face twist in thought as your eyes traveled his face before you finally, decisively said, "Blue."

Carson smiled softly before it was replaced with another smirk. "Yeah. How'd you know?"

If he was being quite honest, he didn't have a favorite color. Not until now. From this day forward, it was blue, because you had said it was. He was slowly becoming very aware of every single blue thing around him─the sky, your shirt, the birds chirping above him, some dude’s hair who was walking by. It was as if blue was the brightest and best color of the rainbow, and Carson had only just become aware of it.